When the ruthless fate took you away from me
Our love story will be dead as I set you free
It will lay down on the grave of cemetery
Wherein the living souls will come and see
They will witness the death of our secrets
Revelation will divulge our past moments
Loss will be showing our bitter detachments
History won't repeat our said statements
Each witness will cry the tears of sorrow
Flowers are meant to be buried in hollow
Tender soil of acceptance will follow
Coffin of the lifeless will end sallow
As time flies, they'll slowly forget everything
No one would be able to tell a single thing
Different seasons of emotions will be covering
The left behind records from how we were shining
-A ❣
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Strings of Nostalgia
Poetrysentimentalizing about being wrapped up in the painful yet beautiful reality of the past
